I make a mean clam chowder. Well, the clams do, I suppose. And the water, milk, flour and corn starch. Well, the onions really do the trick. The fresh spuds (Dog bless America for early spuds) beef it up. I guess all I did was throw it in a pot and boil it. Sniff... I am worthless. I wish I was a clam. At least I'd be tasty.

Jesus H. Christ I am getting tired of waiting for these thunderstorms to get here and move on. I wanna go to bed but I gotta be on deck for Mum in case she freaks out. And, what if the power goes out? Little chance of that but if I am not on deck, well, who wouldn't be on deck for their Mum, eh? This sucks. AHA! A flash of lightning! Please sweet Baby Jesus... get this shit done and over so I can go to bed.

Cell phones suck, and my cousin, who was a trucker and used his cell all day on the highway, may not see Xmas. He has been battling a brain tumour for about 4 years. Chemo up the arse... one batch was from Switzerland and he got it because cousin Moira's husband is Dr. Gruber at the NY State School of Medicine. Blue Cross wouldn't pay the $26K unless 4 docs in Moncton said he needed it and they bowed to Gruber on it. Long story short... Rodass (Rodney) is going to die. From a fuckin cell phone. Ahhhh shit... tears cometh again. Sorry for the drama. Just put the cell down and walk away.

Well... if I had done the inspection, Rap, I would have only pointed out that the systems were old. As for the wax... no way to tell during a one-time visual inspection although I did use a non-invasive moisture meter. All in all, I probably would have reported... this is a typical house in this neighbourhood so take yer chances.

I have been sued up the arse by people who think that I should have used my xray vision during a 3 to 4 hour visual inspection. FFS! If I had xray vision, I would have charged a LOT more $$$. I am glad I lost my business because of the fucked up care I received in post-op after the tumor removal in my parotid gland. It also meant NO MORE CELLPHONE. Sorry for yelling. Pet peeve them there cell... electronic leashes. I have a cell. Made one call on it to make sure it worked. Haven't turned it on since. I bought minutes and make sure I top them up and roll them over in case I need the cell in an emergency. I'll bet that pisses Rogers off.... I hope.

That's what happen when your karma rating hovers around zero. Mine is in the high "good karma" range, nearly up to ten on a scale of one to ten. Rapp is proud he dragged his up to zero and so he should be! But he has a fer piece to go yet.

I wanted ta use them flyin' monkeys fer skeet shootin' but Pat said somethin' about "no way in hell" cuz a them bein' in the house an' all. Well, I got a busy day ahead a me, doin' good an' all. Ya oughta try it sometime, Amos. Doin' somethin' good, I mean. Yer soul gits all shined up an' yer karma drops ta zero.

Fer example, I remembers how good I felt after I run over that kid an' didn't even back up. Nope, I jist kept on goin' cuz it warn't no way arterial blood. Besides, next day he threw a brick through ma front windder. Mebbe I shoulda backed up...well, that's all water under the dam.

Howdy, y'all!! Had me a heckuva day! And it's rained a bit. Get the flying monkeys under control -- had to get the exterminator in though. After replacing the furnace, the air conditioning, and a water heater last week the ol' checkbook's about empty.

I am calling down the Eldritch Ones to come and give you good fortune.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'....

Oh, wait. That's the wrong one.

Look, if Cthulu shows up just tell him that he is needed in Sandy Ego. Amos? You might want to take a little trip if Cthulu drops around your neck of the woods. Or just mention that he's needed in R'Iyeh.

One can opt for $700k cash. There are actually 3 grand prizes worth a lot of coin. In each case, I would opt for the cash. As I bought three tickets for $250, I could win all three. I bought also $50 worth of 50/50 draw tickets which is how I won the gift card. The 50/50 pot is way up there too. I am gonna be rich!

I had the plumber out Tuesday to fix a leaking toilet (wax seal, wall mount toilet). The furnace & A/C people are here now, as they were yesterday afternoon. There was still water on the floor of my workshop, and guess who needs a new water heater as well?

Talk about luck! I just read the Jean Coutu weekly flier and swipe is on sale. It's the brand Mum likes - Charmin. That's the stuff that's squeezable soft. She used to prefer Royale, the stuff that's kitteny soft... fluffy white kittens on the package and in the commercials... but, one day I said, "Just like wipin yer ass with kittens." Womenz eh?

Sounds good, SRS. Ya know that there Hand-in-Hand Dream Lottery for the 2 Moncton hospitals? I won a $50 Jean Coutu Pharmacy gift card! My luck is picking up and surely I will win the $850,000 Dream Home in the Grand Prize Draw.

This August 1 in North Texas is a dreamlike day - heavily overcast and drizzling, with a temperature around 70o. Normally the day would start about 20o warmer and end up in the triple digits. Enjoy the sleeping porch in this kind of weather!

I stayed with a friend one xmas at her home in a wealthy suburb of Chicago, and the room where the (albeit extended) family met to exchange gifts was piled high. Such a huge array of stuff they gave each other. And it seemed to go on for hours as more of an endurance challenge than a true gift giving ceremony. I resolved then that adults didn't need to be shopping for each other, at least not for so much stuff.

Sold (maybe tonight) an electronic deer call. Cass Creek. Got it for Kissmeass some years ago. My asshole Irish relatives like to give presents that are gaudy or useless or remind you that you gave up hunting. The flannel comforter for a queen size bed (I have a double) has prints of leaves and bears and whatever and is fuckin ugly. The brown sheets that came with it are see through count. The microfiber throw with the deer on it is up for sale too as I have blankets. FFS! I have always had blankets. This present giving between adults is mindless consumerism. The doormat that says "Welcome Patriots Fans"... really? SiL put her house up for sale and is moving into an apartment. First thing Mum said was "I won't have to go to her house for Christmas dinner." THAT says it all. >;-)